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Not ShatteredTristan chuckles as he looks down at the fallen heroes, walking leisurely through the bodies, hands in his pockets. It’s always much too easy in the beginning- no one ever sees it coming.
He would’ve thought that this time would’ve been different. This particular group of heroes should’ve known him much better than most. He’d been on their team for years as a child- or had they simply forgotten about him when he left? The thought brings a bitter taste to his mouth, and he buries it back down where it belongs. Those days are behind him, and he has risen so far above those years of being ignored and in pain. He has made them kneel.
Two of the heroes in particular catch his eye, and he smirks, striding over to them. A green skinned girl and a boy in a blue and black suit- so much older looking now- lie sprawled on the floor of the warehouse. It’s quite a satisfying sight. He had been friends with them, once, but over the years he came to realize they ha
Heroes In Training-Scatterbrain
Secret ID: Tristan Maxwell Hart
Meaning: Tristan: Noise, Maxwell : Marcus's Stream, Hart : Strong
Superhero Alias: Scatterbrain
Meaning/Reason: From his ability to scramble people's thoughts and memories, as well as his own scatterbrained mind.
Nationality: Welsh and Dutch
Birthplace: Boulder, Colorado
Places Lived: Boulder, Colorado, Gotham City
Current Residence: Gotham City/ Happy Harbor
Birthday: February 10th
Eye Color: bluish green
Hair Color: light brown
Hair Type: Curly
Physical Description: Skinny and long-limbed, with a very small amount of muscle tone. His skin is very pale, with sharp and angular facial features and a smattering of freckles. His hair is fairly short and very curly and seems to get bigger the more stressed out he gets. He has a very wide, toothy smile, big eyes, and
A Picnic Among the StarsSummer was a rather hectic time at Camp Half-blood. During the other seasons it was nearly dead, and as much as Gloria loved the hustle and bustle that June and July brought well she would be lying if she said she didn't miss the peace and quiet, at least a little bit. So it was nice to spend a few hours with Travis in the strawberry fields, away from all the noise and people.
Travis had completely surprised her, dragging her out to the strawberry fields without a single hint of why they were going there. He even made her close her eyes. But she hadn't seen him the whole day, so it hardly mattered to her where they went, as long as they were together.
"Here we are," Travis said proudly, bringing her to a stop. "You can open your eyes now."
She grinned and cracked open her eyes, gasping at what she saw, her hands coming up to her mouth.
A bright red picnic blanket was nestled back behind a strawberry bush, loaded down with a big, traditional picnic basket, a couple of pillows and e
SpidersQuinn Phillips wasn't scared of many things. Heights? Please. Snakes? No problem. Scary movies? Bring it on. It was one of those things she prided herself in, and yeah, maybe bragged about, just a bit.
Spiders were an entirely different matter.
They were literally out to get her. And no matter what Reed said, she wasn't exaggerating. They tracked her down, and once they found her they were relentless.
Liam had seen it first. She was on the other side of the cabin, reading a book in her bunk, when she heard his absolutely bloodcurdling scream. Following the scream was loud thud and a series of crashing noises, and then another scream. "Quinn!"
Not all that concerned, Quinn closed her book with an exasperated sigh and made her way towards the ongoing cacophony. Liam was crouched under the floor with wide, fearful eyes, and a pile of books splayed out across the floor. Quinn rolled her eyes. "What, Liam?" she sighed, with the tone of someone who was clearly used to this. Liam turne
WrongEverything had gone wrong, terribly horribly wrong. It had been a simple battle, a small monster fight that wasn't supposed to take much effort. No one was supposed to get hurt.
He glanced down at the blood blossoming through the fabric of his shirt. He should feel pain, he though vaguely, but all he felt for the moment was numb. Detached. Seemingly far away, the sounds of battle still went on. No one had noticed him yet. With the crashes of the waning fight lost in the background, his eyes closed and his sword slipped from his hands. Was he falling? Suddenly, he couldn't tell. The thoughts in his head had thoroughly turned to mush, making everything tinny and out of focus. His face was pressed into something soft and slightly itchy now. He felt tired, so tired, and his brain was moving at a rather sluggish pace. Surely his friends wouldn't mind if he just rested for a minute
"Micah!" A voice screamed, painfully familiar to his ears. Hands came to his face, gentle and warm
87. GunshotsEverything had been so normal and perfect; Quinn really should've been more suspicious.
The day had almost gone too well. All her homework was perfectly in order (which was usual, but still), her siblings had not said a word to her, neither had any of the stupid girls at school and here's the real shockerschool lunch wasn't half as bad as it usually was.
Well, she thought. Today is just a day full of miracles.
But it wasn't.
She had been so close to safety, so close to a chance of life that it was almost cruel. In fact, it was. A couple feet more and she would've been off to do her homework, yell at her siblings and catch up on the TV she had missed.
Not dead on contact.
Not in an ambulance.
Not six feet under.
Oh, she had heard the gunshots all right.
Warmth Robbie had been having the absolute worst day, and the weather more than reflected his mood. Dark, gray and swirling, the clouds hung in a thick blanket overhead, letting out a torrential downpour of freezing rain. His umbrella had long since been lost, and maybe he would've taken the time to find if he had known all the water on this earth would be coming down directly over Frisco exactly when he was walking home.
The walk wasn't short, and the rain slowed Robbie down tremendously. By the time he reached his apartment, he was soaked to the bone and frozen solid. He fumbled through his drenched pockets for his key, the cold making his mind a little foggy. Fingers finally closing around the slick piece of metal, Robbie pulled it out and tried to unlock the door. But his hands were shaking too much, and they key didn't seem to fit in the lock at all. After a few more agonizing seconds, the door swung open by itself, and
Ruined Things Robbie lay sprawled on the green-and-yellow checkered linoleum floor, without any real drive to get up. It occurred to him that he had been laying like that for nearly an hour. His books lay askew down the hall, papers trampled and crushed by the massive stampede of students that had gone raging by. They had all gone now. And out of the many hundreds of students, not a single one of them had made any move to help him, make sure he was okay, or at the very least pick up his stuff. No, of course they hadn't.
He sat up slowly, only vaguely aware that every part of his body ached and that he was probably just one big bruise at this point. But that sort of pain didn't really affect him much anymore. But for the first time after any bout of bullying he had ever endured, he felt utterly broken. He didn't know why. It felt as if something had just snapped inside him, and there was no repairing it.
The one machine he c
PurpleRemy stood next to Micah in the now-empty shell of the living room, feet crackling on the plastic covering the floor. Leaning down to dip her big paint brush in the bright purple paint, she looked up at Micah and sighed.
"I still don't see why we couldn't have paid someone to do this," she muttered for the thousandth time, painting a large streak of violet against the white wall. Micah grinned, dipping his paintbrush in the paint and dripping all over the thankfully covered carpet. In the first thirty seconds of painting, he had already managed to get paint all over his clothes and a big smudge across his nose.
"Because, love, we are perfectly capable of doing this ourselves," he said, painting a huge streak across the wall for emphasis. A smile tugged at the corners of Remy's mouth, and she suppressed a laugh.
"So basically, you're a cheapskate," she said teasingly, turning her head to grin at him. He pouted, shaking his head.
"Nuh-uh. I'm a businessman."
Levi AckermanxReader-In Love With a Stripper (Au)
It was your twenty-fourth birthday, and you'd decided to spend it all alone. Well, mostly alone. Your best friend Hange said something about coming over later that night. She said she had a present, but you weren't exactly interested in whatever it would turn out to be. every year Hange always did something really stupid for your birthday that usually ended with empty bank accounts, parking tickets, hangovers, and one hell of a case of food poisoning. She'd promised that this year's surprise was a 'real hoot'.
Reluctantly, you slithered out of bed, throwing on an old pair of black skinny jeans, a grey tank top, and a much too large sweat shirt that read 'Linked Horizon'. You began to wonder more and more about Hange's 'surprise' as you applied your makeup and pulled your hair up into a semi- messy bun. Despite your sudden curiosity, there wasn't really any point in guessing. Hange was unpredictable except when it came to...
"Please? I'll pay you way more than you'd get
Thank you .:RomanoxReader:.
How many years have I known him? How many times have we laughed and smiled? Will he remember me? I doubt it, but I won’t give up!
You look at the photo of you and your dear Italian friend and a tear fell from your eye as you remembered the day that picture was taken. Spain had been wanting you two take a photo because, as he said, you two were the cutest kids he has ever seen. So you smiled brightly as your long (h/c) hair framed your small face that still had some baby fat on your cheeks while Romano refused to smile while puffing out his cheeks while you wrapped an arm around his shoulders to keep him by your side while Spain took the photo. It seemed like such a long time ago; it had been years since you two had to be separated and forced never to speak to each other again. Before you knew it several tears were streaming down your face as the memory of that day came to your mind.
“Romano! Romano! Where are you?” You called, looking around for your best friend. It w
Blind!Levi x Reader- Overcast (AU) You sighed as you closed the front door of your apartment behind yourself, stepping into the cold winter air. A scarf was wrapped loosely around your neck. Light grey mittens covered your increasingly freezing hands. You knew it already. This was going to be another day doing boring things at your boring job with boring people with boring interests who had extremely boring conversations about there equally as boring lives. With all your heart. It was 2025 you wished that something would change.
And that day...something did.
As you sluggishly walked to work, you saw a man with midnight black hair standing across the street which was bustling with traffic. You felt something cold hit your face. Your gaze moved to the sky, which had miraculously been covered by a thick layer of nearly white clouds. Small snowflakes began to fall and land on your jacket. You were genuinely surprised. Although it was winter...snow hadn't been in the forecast. Shaking off your
DenmarkXReader: Late Night Chats
King Mathias Køhler:
You should be sleeping.
(E/c) orbs glared at the blue and white screen. (Name) ignored the message from her arch nemesis that she assumed would be boasting of all his “King of the North” glory. The last thing the lass wanted was to hear or read all of his egotistic comments in the worst day of her life.
King Mathias Køhler:
It is impolite to ignore the King, (Name)!
With a tap of a pointer finger, the message was removed from the screen and (Name) continued to disregard him whilst she scrolled through her newsfeed.
King Mathias Køhler:
King Mathias Køhler:
(Name)~ His majesty demands his servant to reply!
King Mathias Køhler:
King Mathias Køhler:
(Name)! I know you’re online!
King Mathias Køhler:
(Name) even though you’ve turned off your availability, you must make time for the king!
Levi X Titan!Reader Chapter 13 A young boy with raven hair was walking along the smooth cobblestone path, a small smile on his face when he spotted a girl with (EYE COLOUR) eyes. She was waving at him, and when he got close enough she ran to him. ''Hey guess what! I found something really interesting!'' she practically bounced around him in excitement and the boy said ''what?'' before being dragged off by the girl, eventually leading to a small forest just outside of the village they lived in. They stopped at some bushes and she quietly moved it to the side, revealing a resting doe with her fawn. ''look~'' she smiled and the boy stared in awe for a minute ''....they're really pretty'' she said softly and his response was ''yeah...but I think you're more pretty'' she giggled and kissed his cheek....but then the happy scene died out and was replaced by another....
The same boy was sat on the same cobblestone path, with havoc and wreckage surrounding him as he held the same girl in his a
Star Trek~ Steve x Reader"Let me see your list."
"You know, your list!" You exclaimed.
Steve pulled out his tiny notebook and handed it to you. You flipped through it and squeaked, "I know what we're doing tonight, dear!" You gave your boyfriend a loving kiss on the nose and he asked, "What, dear?"
"You'll see," you sang out and skipped out of the room.
Steve had went down to Stark Tower to talk to Tony about some designs and whatnot. He came home to you sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket.
"Hey sweetheart, what are you doing?" He asked as he gave you a sweet kiss. You smiled and replied, "Just waiting for you, hot stuff."
Steve let out a low chuckle and set down his backpack he wore when he rode his motorcycle, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. "Really? You didn't have to wait up for me."
"But I wanted to. Plus, I have something to show you."
You turned on the tv and went through Netflix, finding what you wanted and playing it.
"What is this?"
Levi Ackerman x Reader- A Little Help (Lemon)Oh god...The way he was looking at you...his eyes were perfect...his skin was perfect...his hair was perfect. He was absolutely positively perfect. And you, you were without a doubt in love with the man. Although his temper may not be the best and his attitude was...well...you loved him...and you'd gladly admit that...to everyone except for him. However, because you loved him so, his words that day pierced your hard deeper than you would have thought possible.
"(Name) do you think you could help me sneak someone into my room tonight?" He had whispered that in your ear whilst you were eating lunch. It was all that you could do not to drop the cup you held tightly in your hands. You loved him...and you would do anything to be of assistance to him...
"Thanks. I really owe you, (Name). Meet me a little ways down the hall from my room at one a.m. got it?"
"Yes, sir...I mean Levi." You had yet again forgotten that you were the same rank, which ruined formalities. "And...don't mention
Markiplier x Reader: Comfort MeIt had been a long day and you were exhausted. It had been a bad day at the cafe for you and you were not in the mood to deal with anyone, much less your mother and father, who decided to pay you a visit after you had gotten after work. You only frowned at them when they had greeted you. After two years, they had decided to show their faces to you.
Two years ago, you were kicked out of the house because you had decided to become a game programmer, when your parents wanted you to become a doctor. You didn't want that. You LOVED video games, you loved everything about video games and you had been wanting to create your own games.
When you had told your parents of you decision, they packed up your things and kicked you out of the house. Luckily for you....you were taken in by someone you thought you would never meet.
You had been trekking your way through California when you ran into Markiplier and seeing your state of dress and such, he had offered to let you stay at his plac
Sherlock/Reader: HomeThe sense of joy that overwhelmed you only made you run faster, throwing the flat's door open.
"Sherlock!" you cried, bounding up the steps. You were out of breath by the time you reached your destination.
"Sherly, I've...I'm..." you trailed off, the sight before you silencing you.
Sherlock, your Sherlock, with someone else...?
The gasp that escaped your own mouth was barely audible over the moans of the other two.
They both parted from their make-out session, staring lovingly into each others eyes, just before the detective noticed you in the doorway, barely holding back tears.
"I-I'm sorry. I should have knocked...I...I just..."
The woman finally got off of his lap, turning to look at you, too.
You didn't take the time to figure out who it was before you retreated with an unseen speed down to the door.
You faintly heard Sherlock calling after you, but you ignored him as you exited the building, and into the rain.
The weather matched your mood, and it was a perfect opportunity
Chance of A Lifetime"Hey, Bouchard!" A voice called from down the hall. Marcie raised an eyebrow as her name was called, pausing in the hall and momentarily causing a halt in traffic. She looked over her shoulder to see Reed making her ways towards her with a grin, a giant among the crowd, shoving first years away to make a path.
"What?" she sighed, and his grin widened. He came up next to her, slinging a lanky arm over her shoulders. His fingers toyed with one of her curls. She let him.
"Aw, not even a proper hello? That's rude, Marce," he informed her, pouting slightly.
"Terribly sorry," she said, rolling her eyes. "And don't call me that."
"I'll call you whatever I like," he said, smirking at her, and she matched his expression.
"Fine then, Micah," she said pointedly, elbowing him in the side slightly. His smirk grew.
"Well played, Bouchard," he said, his blue eyes full of humor, even the odd, sightless one. "Feel free."
She was suddenly very aware of his arm slung around her shoulders, and she
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